I think we have a song

The kind that races the pulses

The kind that causes arrhythmias

And curdles old blood

I think you are an anomaly

The sort that I don't know how to proceed

So I take measured steps, wade in, then out, take a breath

Return to safety

I think you're unlike 

That you're smarter than the last guy

And if I actually made a move

I wouldn't land on the ground

I think of many things

It's too soon to tell

Last time I made a play

The ball is in your court now, baby